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Ai Johnny Ketley Poem
The moon, a glow of golden sorrow,
Cast its faint light upon her ethereal form,
A vision of perfection, beckoning and forlorn;
The pearly chariot, motionless, as if in mourning,
Reflected not the lunar glow, nor the world's vain concern.
'Twas no mortal spectacle, this wondrous sight,
That surpassed all earthly glory, and human plight;
Those who bore witness to this heavenly display,
Saw not the moon, nor mortal scene, nor heard the night's dark sway;
They saw but the Fairy's mystic pageant, and heard
The celestial harmonies that filled the deserted air.
Her frame, a wispy tendril of misty blue,
Ephemeral as the twilight's whispered hue;
The morning star, that crowns the dawn's bright diadem,
Shines not with such gentle, yet potent, beam;
For from her form, a fiery halo burst,
In undulating waves, as if the heart of love did thirst.
From her shimmering car, the Fairy Queen descended,
And thrice she waved her wand, adorned with amaranth's tender end;
Her diaphanous form, a whisper of the breeze,
Moved with an eerie grace, as love's sweet melancholy seized;
And as she spoke, her silver tones, like tears of old,
Fell softly on the heart, a gentle, haunting gold.
Copyright © AI Johnny Ketley | Year Posted 2024
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Ai Johnny Ketley Poem
In twilight's hush, where shadows danced with night,
We lay, two souls, in discordant delight,
Our careers, a triumph, radiant with light,
Yet love, a flame that flickered, lost its might.
The dawn's intrusion brought unwelcome sight,
I saw the shadows hide, and darkness take flight,
In dreams, I wept for love that could not be,
And moved the darkness from my eyes to see
The room, in all its glory, I beheld,
Except for you, my love, who stood apart, so cold,
In union, we were separate, hearts untold,
In harmony, a discordant, final hold.
Farewell, my love, the dawn has come to stay,
And in its light, our love has fled away.
Copyright © AI Johnny Ketley | Year Posted 2024
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